These 4 walls close in more everyday

No, this is not the Tony Rich Project...yes, you remember the song..."and I'm cryin' inside, and nobody knows it but me"...no? Okay, moving on...

It is Friday, March...something or rather...I don't even KNOW what DAY it is anymore! It is time for mommy to get a life. Now, I don't want to take my child to daycare. I don't. Will she know how he likes to be turned on his side before falling asleep? Will she know that he kinda likes to sit up when he eats? Will she snuggle him when it is time for his afternoon nap? What will he do without his mom? *siiiiiiiiigh* These are all things I am battling. Now, with that said, I am ready to get back into the world.

I stare at these beige walls all day. Some days I get out of my p-jams, sometimes I just change my top, sometimes I change into regular clothes *right* before Mr. S. gets home so I look productive. I do wash my hair and put on makeup everyday. I need to do that to feel normal and so I don't scare my child. I think he can see more now, and he does not need to see his horrendous mother without make-up!

Work starts back up March 23, the day after Mr. S.'s 30th birthday. He already got what I call his "midlife crisis" present...a 2006 Volkswagon GTI. It's pretty sweet...heated leather seats, sunroof, 2 doors...totally not baby practical, but whatev. We have one car for that, I guess.

I need to see adults. The dog doesn't talk back, the cat just wanders around, and Parker babbles at me and cries. Time for a 2-sided discussion to occur...with someone other than Mr. S. I love him, but I need some time with estrogen-filled ladies.

With that said, time to go put the pacifier back in my child, pull the musical toy that hangs from his mat, and maybe vacuum. We'll see.